Wannabe - Krizz Kaliko, Twiztid

«I ain’t no killer but dont push me»

«If you creep up in Krizz' house, yo ass ain’t gon' be walkin' out»

«So I guess I’ll pull an 'OJ'»

I’m very truthful when I’m bussin'

Get my point across, minimal cussin' (Y'all know the deal)

Looking like a wild boy, but I’m really a choir boy

Most niggas wanna tell you when they bluffin' (Then they keep it real)

No more Mr. Nice Guy, doubt I

Ever be the same if you shout my

Way, I don’t speak in vain, I’m Christian but keep a thang

And Christopher’s patience is 'bout dry, homie

Toughie-toughie you niggas been since I had the huffy

Never bluffin', a good boy, mommy and daddy loved me

A few scufflin' scuffed knees left bullies up above me

Eyes puffy, they only living 'cause they be lucky

But my bigger brother told me, «Take another ass whooping and see»

If I don’t rock-em sock-em robot he bendin' me over his knee

He showed me the one hitter quitter

They bigger then hit 'em in the liver

Open up a can and then deliver

Killa

What?

You want me to be a.

(Killa) Don’t bring out the things in me

You can’t see when I smile

(Killa) Take me to that place, I’ll stay a while

What?

You want me to just wild out on you

Or to see me clown, now, don’t you?

Want me to be a killa???

For a minute, forget who I am

You’d be a wannabe

So I think 'cause, like, my association

People like, expect me to be something I’m not, man

I was raised in the church, you know what I’m sayin'

I got a dark side, but I still represent the love of God, you know what I’m

sayin'?

(I'm Hardcore!)

Coming from the good rapping up in hood and you’re getting (Far more!)

Never been a blood but nigga would if you wanna

(Start war!) I got some killers on the payroll

Keep 'em at bay 'cause I’m an angel let me explain

I make my music to travel

What I say baffles you, can’t help you out

Think I can do better nigga then help me out

My wits is what make me make hits but I’ll never be selling out

K.I.L.L.

(E to the R and dot!) Spell it out

I’mma do what I do, even if it only get heard by a few

Who the hell are you?

Who can I catch now

Now I got the glue, stickin' two of my flocks on two doo with the zoo

See, I can’t kill 'em on every verse so I just hurt them

That’s why I frequently speak of myself in third person

Kali baby, carry my weight, make no mistake, you’re late

I’m the protégé of the great Aaron D. Yates (N9NE!)

Killing with beats and bars so it can beat in people’s cars

I’m freakin' if they cease applause, if you bleeding I’m the cause

What you want me to be?

(Killa) Don’t bring out the things in me

You can’t see when I smile

(Killa) Take me to that place, I’ll stay a while

What?

You want me to just wild out on you

Or to see me clown, now, don’t you?

Want me to be a killa???

For a minute, forget who I am

You’d be a wannabe

Yeah, i tell people all the time

Like, i don’t know what you expected me to be when they meet me

They’re like, «You're this nice dude!»

Im like, «Im just crazy in my music and on stage, and in real life a little bit.

But I’m really a nice guy, ya know what im saying?»

Listen!

Been killin' ‘em since '99 right

Can’t see me in the daytime with a flashlight

People think I’m the reaper, lessons stricken from fear

Kali knocks 'em off they feet

Twiztid you take it from here

Ya’ll think I’m bullshittin'

Everybody wanna get up under my skin well I’m through with em

Gotta find another way to get the anger out

But change a route and I’m losin' ‘em

Don’t wanna be the same thang

Gain and again to maintain fame

Rather be different to make a name with a lame

But all you wanna do is take it away

Hate when I say that ya, stuck in the game with a

Bunch of shameless, worms that are nameless

Grateful blades gonna come save them days for us

All because you wanted to push me now I’m dangerous

Hang with a Strange gang and pains what I cain brang

Insanes what the brain is making me do

But you’re to blame ain’t ya

I hope you understand that I tried to be a peaceful man

But all they wanted from me is a crazy, I don’t understand

I’m a little bit strange, little bit smart

Always come hard when I speak from the heart

Always hard felt with the words that I kick

'Cause I spit it with a passion, they call it sick

And when they call it sick do I need the medicine?

To keep me on track and away from the edge

'Cause if I lose control I’m going on a killing binge

And I won’t stop killing ‘til everybody is dead

I‘m insane, I’m talkin' to my brain but it does not reciprocate

It is only concern with fame, I want to kill them all away

Everyone that stands in my way

They want to bring the night upon me and let it consume the day

And I forget, I should grow weak instead of stay strong

Because their love is unconditional even though that I’m wrong

At least they tell me that I’m wrong when I know I’m probably right

That’s why I’m walkin' with the dead

And I don’t sleep a wink at night

(Killa) Don’t bring out the things in me

You can’t see when I smile

(Killa) Take me to that place, I’ll stay a while

What?

You want me to just wild out on you

Or to see me clown, now, don’t you?

Want me to be a killa???

For a minute, forget who I am

You’d be a wannabe

«Killin' 'em and it ain’t softly!»

«'Cause church folk got limits too that limits you to minuscule»